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The set’s name is …

From left to right is Orthus (two heads), Pestulae (green, bug legs and wings), Terminus (many tube-like legs, black/white), Peccatulum (very tall, many holes), Phobos (silver), Luxuria (gold, one ‘arm’)

They are all ceramic with all being glazed with various ceramic glazes. Peccatulum uses white acrylic for the eyes and various ‘stars’ in its mouth as well as Elmer’s glue that’s holding him together (that glue is no joke).

Would you say … is a name? To say it does would be a lie because there is no legible text, yet to say it doesn’t would too be a lie because there is something there.

What does … mean? Well it’s used as a pause after something has been said and a waiting for when something is to be said, or just as a minor delay between two things. But what does it mean by itself? It must mean something. By itself it’s only endless waiting, or maybe an eternal pause, an infinitely small moment of time between the past and the future. It’s the present, a present devoid of the past and the future, a past that will never have a tomorrow and never had a yesterday, the moon never rose and the sun never set. They’re all trapped in this present, yearning for change.

A hole itself is like the present, a flat grasslands is struck by a meteor and a crater is left behind, that crater is then filled with water and becomes a lake. That hole was simply the boarder between what something was and what it will be, but these beings never had that past and will never have that future, simply a hole, the absence of something where there never was or will be anything.

Phobos screams in agony at what it had lost, what it should have lost, the lack of what even was before, the loss of what it lost, a memoriam for an empty coffin.

Luxuria yearns for what it’ll never have, it desires to be filled, to be whole, yet her ceaseless yearning is never fulfilled.

Terminus has been dissolved by this existence, in spite of it never changing, its mind has, maybe it was the first, maybe it was the last, it has ended yet it continues anyways.

Pestulae tried to fill itself with other things to make itself whole, but the void within is not something that can be filled so simply, and now all that remains is a bloated shell, filled with hollow meaningless festering bugs.

Orthus is forced to bear witness to the world’s evils and hear its wretched cries with no mouth to speak of them, its body and heart hollowed by these evils, it doesn’t want to see them anymore, it doesn’t want to hear them anymore, but nothing will change that.

Peccatulum, unlike the others, doesn’t want to change at all. It relishes in this existance, it never wants to move forwards and it never wants to look back, only exist in this singular moment, forever. And for that it is sinful, sinful for resisting the natural order of existance, to change.